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Jul 2017
The ground I walk on is cold and hard,
I feel the ground start to crumble under my feet,
And ever so slowly I keep walking,
and the ground beneath me starts to fall,
I’m falling in to the endless abyss of nothingness…
where I belong…
and where I will stay...
The Ghost
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